Like a Bird

(Lil' Boosie)

Ugh! We dropped again on you mother****ing ass, niggaz! (Laughing

Every album like a bird!

If you buy Trill ************t

Then you buy that real shit

And the D.A. and the judge gone get it

If they don't free Pimp C, nigga

And when I drop shit, it's hot shit

You know I ain lyin'

I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind

If you heard that green and yellow cd

You bout love a lil bitch

You a girl, in this thug world

You might wanna **** a lil bitch

I don't really give a *******

About the fortune and fame

I want the money

So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane!

I'm in the studio, daily ****ing

Wit my pen and my pad

Where I run rhymes about my life

And how I'm missin' my dad

Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds

I get paid for my shows

Niggaz hate it, cause' my nam

That's what takin' these hoes!

Thirty-six zones, on the nigga shelf at the store

Ya better get before it goes! .....And

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Every album like a bird....steady flippin!

Every album like a bird!

(Lil' Boosie)

My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)

But I talk me some shit

About this world

About these girls

And how I dog, my nigga

My next album was bootleg

Ain even come to the stores

Cause a nigga stole i

And they sold it for the price of some “O”!

Six months later, they heard that “For My Thugs”

The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh

Ain nothing but raw rhymes

No flashy shit, just hard times

Niggas don't wanna hear bout balli

If he ain' got a damn quarter!

Ya hear me talkin'

But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit

Cause I'm feelin' the power

Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour!

Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla

I want 2 billion dollars

Not no million, you bitch-ass rider!

I got two 24,80's dawg

They filled up!

With shit that'll make you get kil

Or even kill us!

Then I drop....huh!

Then I drop again!

And I get sicker every time

I touch dat nigga' pen! ...An

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Every album like a bird in a corner store

Keep it real boy

Trill got the good shit!

See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe

About an ounce of that good dolja

We gone big blow!

Wanna beef, mother****ers?!

Ain no problem with that!

I barely hit you in ya chest

Made it come out ya back!

And while you put yo look on hard

I be rippin them tracks

And by the time it hit the shelves

I'll be gettin' it back!

So many niggas playa hatin'

So I'm totin a gat

Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act!

That's how you livin' when you on

And ya got that crack

And wake up with a new bone

I can get left flat!

So **** that, ride strapped

Give another mother****er what he deserves

And I'ma keep a bad bitch

Cause I'm flippin' these birds!

Trill niggas bout to **** it up

I know you nerv (nervous)

Because them niggas got bricks in them birds!

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